To Let Poem by James Osizimetor Inobemhe

Say me well to mama
Tell her am on my way to Karma
Seeds sown since September
Withered with weed within
I know she will remember
the natural color of my skin

I am lost in the mill of emotion
Tools miss the terrain of lubrication
and now I can't direct the eyes
Tell me mama I need replies

I have lost my breathe
Deep inside me I see this poster;
'Heart to let'
Just like a roaster
I want to rush in this den
To fall deep into it
Love without end
Save mama and ma kit.